The Worst Dream

November 26, 2010
By Anonymous

Both our hands are intertwined
You close your eyes, I close mine

Silence surrounds,
only breathing i hear
Along with your whisper
"I've missed you, my dear"

You kiss me softly,
our lips run along
But suddenly,
your presence is gone

Panicking at your very retreat
I open my eyes
just to find empty sheets

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